Lady Anstruthers flushed a little and went to meet her with an eager kiss.
"You look like--I don't know quite what you look like, Betty!" she exclaimed.
The girl's dimple deepened and her eyes said smiling things.
"It is the morning--and your gardens," she answered.

"I have been round your gardens." "They were beautiful once, I suppose," said Rosy deprecatingly.
"They are beautiful now.

There is nothing like them in America at least." "I don't remember any gardens in America," Lady Anstruthers owned reluctantly, "but everything seemed so cheerful and well cared for and--and new.

Don't laugh, Betty.

I have begun to like new things.